The Message

"Listen to me, my people. Hear me, Israel, for my law will be proclaimed, and my justice will become a light to the nations.  My mercy and justice are coming soon. My salvation is on the way. My strong arm will bring justice to the nations. All distant lands will look to me and wait in hope for my powerful arm.– Isaiah 51: 4-5 (NLT)

My son yelled as I turned the knob on the dryer and started the cycle to dry my second load of laundry. 

“It’s your work calling, Mom.”

“Don’t pick it up! Let them leave a message for me.”

He chuckled as he intently listened. Word per word and couldn’t believe what he heard:

“Just wondering if you wanna’ pick up the shift tonight…4 hours…6…8…10…even 12…Whatever you like…” 

It brought me back to the lies put out on the table. When I battled the people in power and accused me of lies about my disability that were not true. In reality…it was them lying about my situation. Except…I was frustrated that I didn’t get the help I needed from the federal agency that was supposed to help people being discriminated at work.

“There were no 8 hours allowed anymore to work in all the facilities,” one lie I recalled.

Yet, that was not the first time they begged me to come whatever number of hours I wanted to do to help out the short staff. Nor would it be the last…

They demoted my position. A show of their power that they could do what they wanted. I accepted. But demoting me to a Per Diem status became an advantage. They couldn’t force me anymore to work on days or shifts that I was forced to do prior to that action. I knew I had to trust more and let God worked for me. I knew what I didn’t understand, there would always be a blessing in disguise.

I faced them without fear. Yes… I was outnumbered…There were 6 “Laban” intimidating me. Trying their best to give me a hard time so I would quit on my own. They robbed me, too. Of many benefits because of that demotion. But I knew…those were just “things”…Replaceable things. Things that would never last. They might have robbed me. But never the God I served. And trusted. And believed in…

“It’s okay,” I told my son as I woke up from being in a reflective moment.

“You know Mommy had been okay…Because God is good to us…All the  time…”

I felt his arms embraced me as he kissed my right cheek. 

“I love you, Mom…” he added as he dashed to go upstairs and get ready for school.

How many men would love to be “gods” while Jesus, the true Son of God chose to be “a man?”

How many poor would be wishing for the riches all the time yet the King of Kings chose to come down here and show His love and redemption? Born in the lowly place…A manger…

Not all injustices occur toward us… A lot of times, a person doesn’t have to look that far. Just look into one’s heart. If one finds “self-righteousness” in it, the belief that one doesn’t need Jesus because he or she is a good person is not true. This belief denies the need for that heart to have its sins be removed. Jesus is the meaning of the Season. He came because we were the reason why He gave His life...


  1. There is sunshine after the storm....and what a sweet son you have.♥ Jesus is the reason for the season...sadly so many do not see it that way.

  2. The injustice done to you turned out for good. Praise God for that victory! We are on the same page as we write that JESUS is the meaning of the season. I love the song you shared too!

    May you have a joyous and blessed Christmas season sweet sister,

  3. I forgot to tell you that I love love love your header photo!

    I love this statement... " How many men would love to be “gods” while Jesus, the true Son of God chose to be “a man?”
    He willingly bleed and died a man's death...for us too....because He loved us. He remains faithful....He is so good to us!

    Blessings for a treasured CHRISTmas with family and friends
    patrina <")>><

  4. Have a blessed Christmas and happy holiday season with your family. I'm always inspired by your writing.

  5. Dearest Rosel,
    Your new header picture is simply beautiful. I love the symbolism of the rising sun. And this post really touched my heart. Each painful event in our lives is another opportunity for our Savior to redeem it and turn it into a blessing. You have given a true testimony of what it means to wait and trust in how the Lord will work all things out. Thinking of you this Christmas season. Maligayang Pasko, mahal kong kapatid at kababayan. I love the song you posted, one of my favorite Christmas songs... Much love, Lidia

  6. Wishing you His peace this holiday season.

  7. My thoughts are drawn to you this morning, a few days before New Year. Somehow, even if we have never met, I feel a kinship with you beyond just being "magkababayan" - but more like, we belong to the same kingdom... and we will spend eternity together. What a joyous thought. I will be returning to our homeland in a few days' time. It would be good to hear your voice... if ok with you, can you email me you phone number and the best time I can call you? I would like to pray for you on the phone. MUch love, Lidia

  8. In the middle of the battle - and the lashings in the battle - I am learning to trust that God's plan is better - but still, I wish sometimes He would let me in on the particulars. So glad God is revealing some of the good He has designed into this plan. How you have handled these challenges has been such an encouraging story to me in my challenges - how to stand firm in the hurt and still believe He's got it. Wishing you much blessing in the new year - and refreshing - much refreshing!


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